Chapter 24 Is he a eunuch?
The original poetry meeting turned into a talent show.
After playing the guzheng, Huang Zhanhua raised his eyes and met Nan Jia’s smiling eyes.
“Not bad, not bad!”
Nan Jia also gave him affirmation, which made Huang Zhanhua have other thoughts. He boldly looked directly into Nan Jia’s eyes and said : "I wonder if I have the honor to stay in the palace and accompany the emperor."
Mo Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold. He straightened his body and looked up at Huang Zhanhua. He looked around at Huang Zhanhua. His appraising gaze made people feel more stressed. I don't know whether to call Huang Zhanhua lucky or unlucky, Huang Zhanhua focused all his attention on Nan Jia, and he was not aware of Mo Yan's sharp light like a knife.
Huang Zhanhua's words made the people below gnashed their teeth in hatred: "Young Master Huang is really shameless"
"In front of everyone..."
"You want to "Enter the palace?" Nanjia asked, she didn't expect that someone would make this request. A good minister would actually want to become a musician in the palace's studio?
Huang Zhanhua knelt on the ground and was extremely pious: "This is my lifelong ambition. I hope the emperor will fulfill it."
"Hmm... Such a lofty ambition, then I'll make it come true for you."
As soon as Nan Jia finished speaking, there was a pain in his fingers. Nan Jia turned to look at Mo Yan, and immediately ran into his black body. in his eyes.
There is no sadness or joy in those eyes, only endless darkness.
Mo Yan just stared at Nan Jia without saying a word, his expression dark and unclear. Nan Jia was frightened by his appearance, and she asked in a low voice: "Mo Mo, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Yan endured the dark emotions, and his hoarse voice sounded: "You want to accept him into the palace ?”
"Well, doesn't he want to enter the Jiaofang? It's not a big deal, so let's make it happen for him." Nan Jia still felt a little regretful: "Do you think his father would be offended if he knew that his lifelong ideal was to be a slave? Die? "
Mo Yan was startled, and the resentful thoughts that had arisen in his heart disappeared. I still want to laugh a little, I am so idle that I want to test Nan Jia's feelings. Nanjia probably doesn’t understand the true intention of this banquet now.
Huang Zhanhua watched the two people above whispering to each other, ignoring himself. He coughed lightly and said, "I wonder where I will live in the future?"
He was quiet. I’m asking about my status
“Of course the musician lives in the church”
Huang Zhanhua suddenly raised his head: "Musician?"
Looking at the serious look of the emperor, he hurriedly explained: "I am not..."
Mo Yan leaned lazily on the back chair and gave orders. : "Gag your mouth and drag it down."
Mo Yan's stern and irrefutable attitude calmed everyone in the seats, and they did not dare to make any mistakes.
The banquet was coming to an end and Nanjia was tired of sitting. She told Mo Yan that she wanted to leave.
Mo Yan thought about what he was going to do soon, and he really didn't want Nan Jia to be there, so he asked Nan Jia to leave.
After Nanjia left, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became depressing and terrifying.
Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound, and their breathing slowed down.
Only because of Mo Yan’s sinister eyes like a poisonous snake and the dangerous aura exuding from his body.
Mo Yan stood up and said slowly: "You all want to be Nan Nan's face?"
No one dared to reply, they were suffocated by Mo Yan's invisible pressure.
"Don't speak? Default?" Mo Yan's lazy words frightened people.
"Dare not" the courtiers knelt on the ground and hurriedly said goodbye.
Mo Yan walked down the steps slowly, his steps were noble and elegant.
Xu Shenru looked at the black boots outlined with gold lines that were parked in front of him. His head hung lower and his body trembled slightly.
Mo Yan bent down and picked up the sword that Xu Shenru had just danced. He put the sword against Xu Shenru's neck: "Seduce Nannan?"
Mo Yan's pleasant deep voice sounded like an evil ghost to Xu Shenru. The voice of fate. Xu Shenru broke out in a frightened sweat. His body was stiff and he didn't dare to move, for fear of having Mo Yan wipe his neck. "I overestimated my capabilities and actually tried to seduce the emperor. I was wrong. I deserve death!"
His words seemed to arouse Mo Yan's interest, and Mo Yan smiled. : "The crime deserves death? Okay! I'll grant it to you."
As soon as the words fell, a red line appeared on Xu Shenru's neck, and then she fell to the ground.
Mo Yan's behavior caught people off guard, and they couldn't believe that Mo Yan actually executed someone over a disagreement.
Xu Shenru didn’t make a big mistake, right? I just want to find a good future for myself.
Everyone on the field suddenly felt like they were walking on thin ice, their faces turned pale with fright, and some were even so frightened that they became incontinent!
Killing is really the best solution!
Seeing them panic, Mo Yan was very satisfied. He thought that no one would dare to hang out in front of Nannan or even try to seduce her.
No, there is a bolder one. He was so arrogant that he asked Nanjia for status in front of him!
Nanjia walked back slowly. She covered her mouth with her hands and breathed. She just wanted to go back to sleep. This party is really boring. I won’t come next time.
Nan Jia was walking in confusion when suddenly a person rushed out on the road.
The man's hair crown was crooked, his hair was messy, and his clothes were a little disheveled.
"Your Majesty, please save me."
Nan Jia didn't even recognize who this person was, but Chang Li reminded him that this was the musician just now.
“What’s wrong?”
Huang Zhanhua walked forward on his knees: “I don’t want to be a musician”
“Isn’t this your ideal?”
Huang Zhanhua exposed his slender and white neck and deliberately seduced Nanjia: "What I said about wanting to enter the palace is not to become a musician in the palace, but to serve you and become your face."
He wanted to be the father of the future prince instead of a lowly slave! These two identities are completely different.
Nan Jia’s expression suddenly changed, and even the sleepyheads were scared away. She took a few steps back hastily, widening the distance between them.
Huang Zhanhua wanted to get closer to Nanjia, but Nanjia stopped him: "Don't come close, just kneel there!"
Let Mo Yan know this, and he won't be able to do it tomorrow. bed.
Huang Zhanhua was a little aggrieved: "Your Majesty, just accept your ministers. It is normal for you to have three wives and four concubines, and no one will blame you."
It's nonsense. If you dare to accept it, Mo Yan will dare to tear him apart at night.
"I am Ichiji Qingliu! I won't want you messy people." Nanjia didn't have the courage.
Huang Zhanhua was a little frustrated. He continued to persuade: "As the emperor, you must give birth to a prince to inherit Datong. The governor is...he can't help you. You need ministers now. Haven't you been thinking recently? Do you want a prince? I can help you!”
“That’s nonsense” Nan Jia shouted
“Your Majesty...”
"Drag me down!"
After Huang Zhanhua was dragged away, Nan Jia patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief. She finally got him away. Fortunately, Mo Yan didn't hear these words.
“Not bad” Mo Yan smiled with satisfaction after hearing the secret guard’s report.
Nannan’s approach made him very happy
But it’s really time for them to have children
"When will Li Hongsheng arrive?"
"Three days at the latest"
One more update!
(End of this chapter)